Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.